Pushed by hunger, forced to flee arm conflict, stigmatization, marginalization and persecution, l left Cameroon to follow the illegal and unsafe routes in search of safety.
Thought the road to Europe through the Mediterranean is the deadliest in the world, many people have crossed the harsh and arid desert most of them sometimes very young.
I share a house with 54 people coming from Cameroon, Senegal, Gambia or Guinea and Nigeria. The head of the ghetto brings us rice every day and water to drink. If you want to wash, you have to pay extra. There are no beds, few mats, many people sleeps directly on the floor. Five people share a plate to eat. There is just one toilet. Many of us sleep outside because there is no way to sleep in the rooms with the heat and lack of air.
We are thousands of migrants. Here people have waited for days, weeks and even months to catch the next pick-up heading to Libya to continue the journey.
My spirit is fighting to keep me from losing hope while my body is being consumed by hunger and the frustration of waiting. I have an idea about the dangers, I read on the internet and saw news about the deaths in the Mediterranean but there are many people who have arrived, and this gave me hope.
I am afraid of what could happen, but it all depends on God. There is a whole future ahead. I know it will be difficult, but there is no other choice. I know that the trip is dangerous: the desert, and then the sea, but I know he watches me.
Thought the road to Europe through the Mediterranean is the deadliest in the world, many people have crossed the harsh and arid desert most of them sometimes very young.
I share a house with 54 people coming from Cameroon, Senegal, Gambia or Guinea and Nigeria. The head of the ghetto brings us rice every day and water to drink. If you want to wash, you have to pay extra. There are no beds, few mats, many people sleeps directly on the floor. Five people share a plate to eat. There is just one toilet. Many of us sleep outside because there is no way to sleep in the rooms with the heat and lack of air.
We are thousands of migrants. Here people have waited for days, weeks and even months to catch the next pick-up heading to Libya to continue the journey.
My spirit is fighting to keep me from losing hope while my body is being consumed by hunger and the frustration of waiting. I have an idea about the dangers, I read on the internet and saw news about the deaths in the Mediterranean but there are many people who have arrived, and this gave me hope.
I am afraid of what could happen, but it all depends on God. There is a whole future ahead. I know it will be difficult, but there is no other choice. I know that the trip is dangerous: the desert, and then the sea, but I know he watches me.